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Pfony Pfucks

Yep, sounds nice phonetically. Fun to watch Team U.S.A. kick ass right now in the olympics Those men are talented. Not phony at all.

Just talked with a neighbor. Nice conversation except he was on the phone and didn’t tell us. Then heard, “I’ll call you back,” coming from his phone.

I said I didn’t realize he was on the phone.

He said, “Yeah, he likes to listen.” Then, “Catch you later, I want to take this.”

Well, take this you pfony pfuck, you will never, ever catch me now.

People are phony. They smile with deceit and hate. Being empathic is a fucking pain in the ass which is why it is hard to be around most humans. Animals, birds, fish, and botonics are MUCH better as they never deceive.

Go team U.S.A.!

And fuck deception.

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All Bullshit aside…

A gift. Maybe the gift of being long winded? No, that seems more like a curse.

I truly have the gift of what human society deems to be profanity and yet I am not profane. No, I’m too fucking honest which again seems more like a curse. (never trust a human being who does not ‘swear’ they probably beat their wife and believe in abortion)

I have been extremely blessed with many gifts though. Wonderful parents, a fun brother, a sister who taught me the cruel reality of being cruel…

To have abilities that if were written here would cross a boundary of disbelief so big not even a bird could fly across.

The prompt here was, the ‘best’ gift.

So many to choose from, so many that fit the ‘more like a curse’.

And… Tada! The best gift is hope.

Hope is a most wonderful gift. One that boarders on ‘more like a curse’ with the other side being a smile from God.

Powerful stuff hope is. Easy to embrace easy to discard.

The past many years the gift of hope for me was crashed beyond seeming repair. Eight years of my work destroyed. The loss of money, (which is a curse but for some the $2million would be their best gift)

On the worst day of my life when I lost all my ‘friends’, lost my money, lost my hope, I was soothing my pain with food. Food is a wonderful gift. Probably the second best gift one could receive. Yes, there on that horrible day Margareta and I were in a Chinese buffet in Homer Alaska. Good food. Friendly owner. And a demon came inside and harassed the owner AND prevented my wife from going back for seconds. I flipped. I physically threw the ‘man’ outside and the smirk on his face was from Hell itself.

To top off the day I lost hope was when the fortune cookie arrived. You know, the usual lottery numbers and sage advice such as, “You will go on a long and wonderful journey.” My fortune cookie spoke such truth it is doubtful you will believe it. My cookie said, “No fortune for you, even fortune cookie gets day off.”

Fucked right? And how true.

To move and find a place to live. Very little cash. No hope. No friends.

Off into the world with a old piece of shit motor home aptly named, “American Dream.” Ha!

Ended up in Idaho. A beautiful state full of mostly horrible people. By horrible I mean the ‘elites’, the rich, the ranchers, not the workers at the local gas station who are from India. Not the man/woman working to pay bills.

Found a beautiful place, built a home, stood by a wife attacked by the demons of sickness. Held her hand while she was in the hospital for 37 days with a hole in her colon. And through it all, hope had stayed hidden.

House after house I built. At one home the daughter of the father I was building for tried to seduce me while watching porn. She was truly evil and she and her daughter tried to destroy me. I ended up quitting the finish as she tried to dictate a build against her father who was the one who paid me. Still again, no hope.

I did find love though . Love. Another gift yet not as powerful as hope and in my tangled web of existence it all was just another futile exercise in what i am…

Another home for a young couple. Worked hard on it. Did my best to save them money. Alpha was his name. Very courteous. Called me, “Mr. Robin” He and his wife belong to a religion who says they love God and others unless you’re Catholic… Now, while raised Catholic and doing what good Catholics do I did not be confirmed as for reasons no human could ever understand. Only God understands.

Anyway, Alpha and another ‘loving’ church member were standing and talking about how evil the Pope is. Imagine that? Say what you want about Catholics what with some priests fucking boys and all but in the big picture they run wonderful charities, run wonderful adoption agencies (I was adopted and my cost was $100) and true Catholics truly believe in Jesus/God and the best real human that ever lives…Mary, the mother of Christ. So, while I heard all the bullshit those two were spouting I spoke up and said, “I do not want to hear this,” to the both of them.

A week later Alpha said, “We prayed last night and God told us we’re done with you.” Ha! What he does not know is that God told me i was finished with what was needed at the moment. And still, no hope.

House after house, cruelty after cruelty. Lie after lie. Even had some loving people fill my work truck with rattlesnakes. (another Ha! If they only knew…) Even had an ex stripper file a restraining order against me. Said to the judge in writing that I masturbated in front of her. Told the judge in writing that she was afraid of me… Then at court did not show up but she sure tried to destroy me just like so many others and still, no hope, just existence.

The last house was horrible. Worked like a two dollar hooker for a couple who seemed at first like nice people. ‘Seem’ is an illusion of a word. Did my best to build them a wonderful home. Did my best to save them money. And then their son showed his true colors.

While trying to talk my clients who were over at their son’s trailer in regards to a dryer hookup, I was told, “Jason’s in a conference call, we can’t talk here.” I apologized and beat retreat to an area where I could talk to the parents. Only minutes later Jason came up to me and much like my Marine drill instructer told me, “YOU WILL NOT COME HERE AGAIN UNLESS YOU TEXT ME FIRST!!!” I apologized and said it will never happen again.

Then, a few days later I noticed someone sabotaged a hardwood floor I had installed their. I approached my clients and they had no answer.

Finally, after thinking about it, I quit and still, no hope.

Excavator work. Small jobs. Harassment from the HOA about a cattle guard I had permission to install from a director of roads while I was working the roads and then th4e dream of death.

Not death as you might believe. Not a nightmare as I have never had a nightmare nor will I ever. The Dream Always the Dream.

In the dream the sky exploded. The world, my illusionary world called, Earth, was destroyed.

And then the fight. A huge fight with Margareta. I knew it was coming and it had too; part of death and all. I had told her of the dream and the dream had to come to this reality and boy, it sure did. Only, it was not my death, it was the death of what gripped and tried to hold me enslaved.

I

Found

Hope

Again. The true gift of hope. The eternal gift of hope.

Now, I’m going to sell the carcass of my past pain and life and start a new life. A real life surrounded by nice people and I’m going to make great friends.

This just happened a few days ago. Imagine that, an old man finding the gift he had lost over the most stupid and mundane.

Every action in the past two days have now confirmed what i knew and now I know.

Last night I could hardly sleep I was so excited. New lands, new friends, new job, helping those that truly need the help… and to leave some of those rich elites living here to learn what is to happen to their comfortable and secure lives. The dream of the sky exploding is true in more ways than One.

And so. Long fucking winded (par for the course) The truth as true as Truth can be.

And I hope whoever reads this finds out also that Hope is waaaaaay better of a gift than cheesecake, money, sex, love, hate, joy… and enjoy your Life in the most wonderful way possible. Hope is a gift given to each and every one of us. It is then up to us to discard or truly embrace it.

And for what it’s worth, I now see Margareta also once more again, filled with hope. (She is cooking us lamb at the moment and fuck yeah! It is tasty!)

Life…Hope…Love… What amazing gifts God gives to those who are poor in spirit.

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Snuek sn somo

To approach a budge you must be very careful. Budgets are a timid and shy species.

Some budget hunters are brash and bold; tearing up the financial world with bravado and a mantra of , “Mine! Mine! All mine!” Such a hunter is Elon Musk.

Other hunters are basically the living dead. Their approach to a budget is to flee. To run far and fast, choosing to live in a cave and beat themselves with branches for the sin of being alive. Such a hunter is a monk vowing poverty.

A female humans approach to a budget is to try and befriend the budget. Luring the budget with coupons and credit cards. Females humans can literally beat a budget to death while smiling and in turn leaving the dying budget to smile and say, “Fuck it.”

Male human hunters are the most blase about hunting budgets. Male humans could give a shit about approaching a budget, killing a budget, sneaking up on budget, running away from a budget…Most men actually hate budgets and so an informal alliance is formed. Often times a budget can be seen providing for and drinking beer with a man.

So in conclusion, it is best to stay away from a budget. There are better things to approach in life and hunt for, pizza springs to mind. Yes, it is better to approach pizza and chocolate any day than a fucking stupid budget.

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What is a woman

A question often asked today in the various settings of battle. Battle which is just another word for what humans conduct in this world against others and themselves.

For context to the answer, ‘What is a woman?’ you must realize that this reality, this dimension, this moment is first and foremost, a prison.

A wonderful prison. A prison where the prisoners ‘think’ they are free. A prison where choices can be made. A prison run by the most uncaring demons in the Universe. A prison where the prisoners themselves ally themselves with the guards.

So, what is a woman?

A woman is a life form that thinks it nurtures life yet strives with every fiber to destroy men and the world. While successful at many levels both seen and unseen, they do not have the power to complete the task.

Then the question must then be asked, what is a man?

A man is a life form that thinks it holds the power to destroy men and women and the world. And unlike women, they have the power to complete the task.

Man/woman. Two very similar entities. Two imprisoned life forms. Both vile and corrupt and yet… both have the ability to grasp the, ‘get out of jail card’. Not the, ‘get out of jail free card,’ as that card is only an illusion from a human board game called, Monopoly.

Interesting to note that in a world where most consider a prison to be a place of inescapable torment where your term is dependent on laws and whims of all others, the prison called, Earth, is the only prison available where the man/woman can choose freedom or to remain bound forever.

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Puppies

Question: Are puppies in a dogs womb called puppies, dogs, or fetus?

If a pregnant dog is killed do people call that ‘killing puppies’?

Are dogs pro life or do they think about killing their puppies in the womb?

Puppies in the womb are dogs

Human babies in the womb are human beings

People who choose to kill puppies and babies are sick beings who need to be dragged through a shit covered field of thorns and shit and then given electric shock treatments while watching others like them getting the same treatment.

Oh, and happy Valentines day. A false day where humans say they love each other, then some fuck, and then they choose to kill babies.

Humans are a horrible species and need to learn the common sense about life that even all female dog mothers know.

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and getting back to where something was/is/and always will be (cockroaches and twinkies) there is a disturbance in the force…what’s that? Star Wars? Fuck no, that was so yesterday.

anyway, buzzing around. Bzzzz Bzzzz Bzzzzz and happy heart day and all that.

Arterial and pulsing with a rhythm

counting clouds and fingers

if we all but just pretend

to say

happy life day

then never ever again would there ever remain

to torment and ask question.

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hunting aliens while naked and covered in strawberry jelly.

my mother said at exact moment number 03003, “Whee!”

while my father was busy wrassling an alien that looked like Elvis and who said, “We got a live one fer sure.”

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Luck

,”You get some great, amazingly fantastic news. What’s the first thing you do?

After regaining consciousness you remember you were thrown off a bridge by some crazed humans trying to protect the world from global warming.

This is great news that you survived without even one broken bone, plus you realize the nutso people are still high up on the bridge and won’t be bothering you again. Yay! Good news indeed to survive such hate.

As you raise your body from the small creek you landed in you notice the ground getting dark. Looking up you see the crazies decided the truck you were recently driving is a big threat to the environment. It was your truck, a 2015 diesel black smoke belching muscle truck that you were driving only a few minutes before being stopped and yanked out of the truck and thrown off the bridge.

The terrorists whose favorite music artist was Bad Bunny, laughed as they rolled the truck off the bridge. One of the killers was heard saying, “Here you go asshole, killed by your own pollution global warming machine of horror!”

The really good news though is that you no longer have to make truck payments. You no longer have to deal with insane humans whose taste of music and beliefs were beyond horrible. And the first thing you now do is go to heaven where you get to see those demon possessed crazies back in hell, eat each other like zombies.